Spooking A Great Blue Heron: Haiku

Silently breathing,
barely moving, I still spook
the great blue heron.

Social Media is the Convo-Thief Lament Haiku

We have deep talks when/
her device gives insights. Else,/
I’m left to myself.

AND

I thought myself wise,
insightful, worth talking to.
I’m boring, replaced.

AND

Were I wisked away,/
I would not be missed. She could/
still comment to friends.

AND

Some fight unfaithful/
lovers. Others get replaced/
by technology.

AND

If porn is wrong ‘cuz/
it subs for intimate love,/
what is device talk?

I’m still doing what
I think I should, still wanting
to believe I’m good.

As my glory fades,
I struggle, then realize:
It was never mine.

How can and should I/
show respect to someone who/
doesn’t respect me?

Stop mind reading God.
Ask what you should do, and how.
He’ll tell you. Then, do.

Creativity
would boom if I wrote thoughts, not
social media*,

OR
Facebook and X posts

It’s the Ethan Fromme
of it all I never saw
coming, but who does?

When we stop doing/
Martha work and focus on/
Celestial, we grow.

When you have to say
hurtful things, you should publish
them privately.